Inside the Alchemy Competition Hall, the atmosphere was tense and electric.
Every seat was filled, the passage crowded, and the balconies overflowing.
They had never before had so many people gathered for the alchemy division of the Assembly Summit.
Yet today was different.
They had not come merely to watch alchemists at work. They had come for one reason alone.
The Dust Valley Sect.
Would they show their dominance once again? Could they maintain the streak that had already shaken the entire summit?
The judges, seasoned alchemists who had presided over countless such competitions, were visibly unsettled.
Their gazes swept across the packed hall, their expressions gradually shifting from confusion to astonishment.
"This… this is unprecedented," one muttered.
The Chief Judge, an elderly man with snow-white hair tied neatly behind his back, frowned and summoned his assistant.
"Go," he ordered quietly.
"Find out what is going on. Why is the hall this full?"
